The Silence: Two Possibilities

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 THE SILENCE: TWO POSSIBILITIES


    I.

Millienna of supplication 

bat his ear like a gnat, head down

in focus over a new canvas

that won’t require such vast 

revision. For he will be 

their god and they will be 

his people, right this time. 

His early attempts form a pile 

in the corner wastebasket

which is the universe.


        II.

The bottom corner isn’t right. 

Reporters fight amongst

themselves for the tabloids—

Breaking: brush broken, laid 

down in defeat. Let them babble.

Their words hold little  

weight, and wait is part and parcel 

of the big reveal. He chuckles, 

imagines their analysis 

of the portrait, perfected: that’s us?!


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